TRACY REVENGE

CHAPTER 5

Edward's POV

As I thrust into the woman beneath me, the room was filled with the sound of awful loud moans.

I knew I was doing well but these blonde lady moans were loud, almost desperate, echoing off the walls of my penthouse bedroom.

My hands gripped her hips tightly, guiding her movements as she arched her back, trying to pull me deeper.

The silk sheets tangled around us, slipping off the edge of the bed, but I didn't care.

My focus was on the way her body responded to mine, the way she gasped my name.

I smirked so hard but when the moment came for me to ease myself, the image of Tracy's flashed right in my face.

I had pinned the pleasure I got on Tracy instead of the woman under.

This was a weird experience for.

After bathing, I went downstairs to check if she was still awake.

I hear enough movement or sound. Considering that she had slept confused since she saw me. I decided to let her be.

However, the remembrance of seeing her image flashed in front of my eyes made me push her door open.

There she was on the floor, her nightwear filled with blood.

The fear of the news feeding on it brought me to a state so unlike me.

“Edward Wife's died two days After marriage”

“ The billionaire widower”

My mind processed all that may possibly be the headline so I carried her and rushed off to my hospital.

Deep down, seeing her rushed into the the emergency ward sacred me.

“ No doubt she was beautiful and smells nice, she didn't deserve what I said to her when she saw me,” I thought.

The result came out and I was told she had a phobia that has affected her mentally which makes her body recaps weirdly.

Then, I remembered she came to the registry with some drugs and she may have not fully recovered well.

“ Even if I won't be loving her, I should at least take care of her” I concluded wanting to fulfill a moral duty to her and nothing more.

TRACY'S POV

In my dream, I felt someone grabbed me and took my away. The person seemed tensed and I could not tell why.

While this feeling repeated itself, I opened my eyes and turned to see Edward staring at me.

“ You should told have told me you were sick, before your mother signed the damn paper!” he said firmly.

I flinched so hard but he held my hands and cooed.

“ will you continue to react every thing I say this way” Edward cooed staring at my eyes.

I looked away since I couldn't stare at him directly.

“Get some rest”, he noted and left. It was then u saw that he was in a comfy dress.

While I fantasised about him looking so good in it, then I remebered the blonde lady.

“ He is going back to meet him” I told myself not wanting to put my hopes high.

I wanted to call Isabella but I realized my phone isn't with me.

“ Why us my mother not here?” I questioned within myself wanting to see a familiar face.

Only the maids from Edward's penthouse kept coming and going and attending to my needs.

Edward's POV

As I sat there in that cold, sterile hospital room, I began to question everything. “ Why did I choose her?” “ Why did I even accept her to be my wife?” I could have just given her mother money and made the daughter a slave to me.”

Realizing that I didn't do so much background check on her , I decided to dig a little deeper, to find out more about her. It wasn’t hard. With the resources at my disposal, I had access to information most people could only dream of.

When I got home, the blonde lady had already left with my wristwatch and necklace. Typical of most women to do something weird hence I didn't want to do any.

I walked into the room to check Tracy's belongings. Her newest smell still lingered in the room.

On the edge of her table laid a book with a pen in between. It was her diary.

“ Maybe I can get to know her through her thoughts” I noted.

Her writing was beautiful and I could tell that she had an interest in writing.

She had written sensations that could not be read out loud but could one go wild it was one she wished she would do to her own manner and in every paragraph the word “ the man who loved me like I do”

I scoffed at how naive she was in life as not everything is about love.

"I want you to undo my br….”

I couldn't read any further as my bulge confirmed that they had an effect.

Pissed, I walked into my office to gather more information about her.

The information gave her away as strong, often having to be at the receiving end of all that is unpleasant.

“Why do you care?” I asked myself, scrolling through all her information and pictures.

“She had always been cute,” I said out of nowhere.

As if someone was watching me , I coughed to cover up what I said.

Surprisingly, at the end of the information lay a new input as noted by the time it was typed.

This was so shocking to the core.

Her brother Goerge was the biological son of her Uncle.

“ This will wreck her the more” I thought.

“If George isn't her brother, is it her mother who gave birth to him?” I pondered unsure of what was happening.

“Her family seemed to have a lot of hassles going on,” I noted, realizing why they badly needed the money and her mother didn't think twice of signing her off for marriage.

TRACY'S POV

While I was being attended to I heard mummers from the maids.

The déjà vu of what happened before I was taken away from the hospital after I fainted at my Dad's burial came back fresh.

This time I was ready to face it boldly.

“ No one will live my life for me anymore” I concluded.

“What's going on, I asked?” Instead of a reply, one of the maids turned on the News and I git the shock of my life.

It was a debate on whether my mother was my real mother or not.

“ Why are they talking about me?” I asked, unsure of why anyone would think I didn't give birth to me.

I tried drinking water and right under it on the tart was a piece of paper.

It reads “ He may have carried you to the hospital this time, one day, no one will find you”

While i choke on my water the newscaster read out the headlines again

“ George Wilson confirmed as the biological son of Mr John Smith CEO OF HIGH DYNAMITE”

“What is happening?” I screamed.